The Forgotten Slayer-Chapter 16: Ice Wraith

A wraith was something a slayer wouldn't attack unprepared. Of course that could be said for anything. A wraith with an ice aspect is something a slayer would completely avoid if alone.

Clyde didn't have a choice.

'Great.'

After being grabbed and thrown into this world, the distance between himself and the wraith was six feet.

Letting out a shriek the wraith flew at Clyde with both of its arms stretched out ready to rip his head off.

Thanks to the trial he was able to adjust to an unexpected battle.

Clyde ducked as the wraith went over him. Turning around Clyde watched the wraith fly up into the air. After a second it looked back at him with its sharp teeth out.

If something incorporeal could salivate it definitely was.

With a second of breathing room Clyde could think. With no sword he would rely on his a ability alone, not that a sword would help right now in the first place. There were only a few opportunities where he could harm the thing without just annoying it. One of those opportunities would be when it initiates contact. Of course that would mean he would get hit.

A sudden spike of pain radiated from his chest.

'That will need to be looked at later'

The wraith disappeared from view causing Clyde's hair to stand on its own. The temperature dropped dramatically and he could see his own breath.

There were no traps set up in advance or any equipment for this. The wraith would have to reveal itself right before it attacked him.

Two seconds passed.

Feeling something behind him he quickly turned around as the wraiths face appeared into view.

It didn't attack. Instead it stared blankly at Clyde with a deep expression. Taking this opportunity Clyde jumped backwards. The wraith started groaning deeply twitching all of its limbs.

For a moment Clyde thought this is an opportunity to attack. The thought vanished when he realized this was bait. Clyde's eyes widened.

'Oh s-'

The back of Clyde's head was pushed down onto the pavement. With the wind knock out of him and a broken nose Clyde almost lost consciousness from that one blow. He would've if the second didn't come.

Or the third, or the forth.

The wraith was playing with its food.

Once Clyde's body hit the ground the wraith began to make a clicking noise as if mocking him. He wasn't dead yet but he knew he couldn't keep things going at this rate.

The wraith grabbed him by the head and spun him so they could look at each other. Bored with its prey the wraith began to stretch its mouth large enough to bite a head off.

'Right where I want you.'

Thunder cracked in the sky above hitting both of them. Clyde acted as a channel of energy summoning the bolt. This hurt Clyde but not as much as it would have thanks to his conduit nature. The wraith however dropped Clyde and shrieked.

A little disoriented Clyde took this opportunity and leaped onto the wraith raising both of his hands. Full of static and friction, Clyde began to pummel. Each strike created a large crack send sparks flying everywhere. The corporeal barrier didn't matter to Clyde at this moment because he was transcending it with the energy being produced.

A form of sludge began to splash back onto Clyde.

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The shock in his arms was constant and electric. He was enhancing his strength with his old form of magic effectively tripling the output.

Eventually Clyde stopped when he felt the pavement and he fell through the body. He looked at his hands.

They were black and blue. Burnt from heat and frost. It was recoverable under an advanced healer but he wouldnt meet someone capable under these circumstances.

Clyde noticed his sleeves were tattered and destroyed beyond repair.

'New sword and new clothes. The list grows.'

Strangely he wasn't back in the waking world. This realization made Clyde jump to his feet and assume a defensive position.

The wraith was still alive. Clyde knew that he hurt it considerably but at the same time it had enough energy to keep him here. Beyond that his hands were out of the picture for the rest of the fight. Additionally, the lightning trick would only work once every few hours when raw energy was horded inside of him.

The wraith rose up with its now headless figure. Part of its upper chase was gone as well. Clyde couldn't help but smile.

At the very least it was incapable of sight. But Clyde knew better than to grow complacent.

From the wraiths feet clouds of ice flew in Clyde's direction making him cover his face with his arms. The mist was on all sides of him limiting his sight significantly. All sides were the same.

In a weird way Clyde was disadvantaged right now despite his earlier blows.

His arms hurt to move and his fingers were stiff.

'Next best thing I guess.'

Clyde didn't need to feel the upcoming blow because in the mist were three shadows of the wraith. Attacking the wrong one would lead to death. Dodging the wrong one would lead to death.

All paths in front of him lead to death.

'Time to carve my own.'

Diverting power to his legs Clyde jumped out of the mist. Above he could barely see the wraiths body in the inbetween two shadows.

To his surprise they merged back into the main body after realizing he was no longer apart of the icy fog. Instead the wraith assumed an attacking stance getting ready to pounce. The fog caught up with Clyde in the air.

Before he knew it he saw the lone spirit flying at him. In the air Clyde couldn't dodge. Thankfully he didn't need to dodge.

As it got closer Clyde didn't move any part of his body. Continuing to stand still as the silhouette got closer and closer until it vanished. Just liked Clyde's trick wouldn't work twice, it's wouldn't either. A sorrowing attempt at its life.... Or existence.

In the seconds that this occurred, Clyde was looking down expecting the beast to be waiting for him at the ground. Falling down he saw just what he thought he would. The wraith with its arms stretched out ready to slice him into pieces.

Bending his leg inward Clyde was readying himself to kick the wraith.

Closer and closer.

The sound of cracking was heard once more. This time sludge was spread into all the directions as the mist disappeared.

Hitting the ground Clyde felt relieved. Then he heard Lapis.

"So you lived."

Outstretching a hand to Clyde, Clyde took it and pulled himself up.

People started gasping at the sight of Clyde. Covered in a thick blue substance with a bloodied face making him unrecognizable. Not to mention the state of his hands and arms.

"Is he missing a boot...?"

"God what kind of monster can take on something like that alone and live."

"I didn't even see what you all are talking about."

Lapis broke the conversation.

"Do we have anyone capable of healing?"

The group started to look at one another. Clyde chuckled.

'No such luck here.'

Proving to be right as no one stepped up Clyde laughed louder causing lapis to look at him uncomfortably.

"You are a strange person."

Ignoring him Clyde spoke to everyone.

"The wolves will be near us soon if they continue on their path. We will set up traps a few blocks ahead for their arrival. No time to waste people, after all this is a slayers duty."

With that he turned around marching toward the desired ambush spot.

'I'm gonna pass out any second now.'

People started to talk amongst themselves again.

"Is he nuts, did you see the damages he just took."

"Even if he's hurt he just killed a monster capable of being a flame level incursion demon. The wolf pack would pale in comparison."

"You're right, with someone like that this will be easy."

Seeing that no one was moving, Lapis interrupted once more.

"You heard the man, let's move and set up the preparations."

With that settled, the group following Clyde and Lapis began for the arrival of the silver wolves. Strangely the group radiated a sense of hope unlike their initial expression upon leaving the academy.